Widows and single women have to deal with difficulties every day. God bless them. I just found out my low-light beam is out on my car. I've bought the dang thing and it sits on my passenger seat mocking me. Every day reminding me that it isn't installed. I will have to wait six weeks or so til I see Rusty again or figure out how to do it. Of course, I could get a ticket for not having a headlight.

It makes me empathize with those aforementioned widows and single mothers. At one time in my life, I was a single mother of two and it was hard with a capital 'h'. At the time I worked for an attorney and every day dealt with domestic relations; knee-deep in other peoples messed up lives. But at night, I went home to my two girls, born eleven months apart, and they kept me centered on what was important in life. I remember telling people how grateful I was that I had them. That being said, taking care of day to day issues was a chore for me. I could get up everyday, get them to school, take care of doctor's appointments, after-school activities, perform my job, and scrape by with a living. Yes, I admit I fell into bed at night exhausted but I did it.

Having to get my lawn mower fixed would send me screaming in despair to hide my head under the pillow. I hated having to get things fixed that broke, leaked, cracked, or whatever it was doing that it wasn't supposed to do.

Oh...yea...I now have a son-in-law...two of them in fact. Excuse me while I make a phone call!